WHAT?

SACK ME? SACK ME!

ANYWAY, BEFORE WE LOOK AT
THE SKIRTING BOARD

(SNORING)

- SHERRY ALL RIGHT?
- LOVELY.

SHUT THE FECK UP!

GOOD IDEA. PERFUME IS THE IDEAL
WOMAN PRESENT, ISN'T IT?

UP...LOOK...DOWN.

LOOK AT THIS.

OH, DOUGAL, DOU... DOU...

NUMBER...11.

DUBLIN SEEMS TO SUIT YOU, THOUGH.

FAT CHANCE. YOU'RE HERE
UNTIL I TELL YOU OTHERWISE.

# TELLIN' US WHAT TO DO

# MY LOVELY, LOVELY MAYO MAM

- RIGHT, THE COAST IS CLEAR.
- FATHER JACK'S NOT HERE?

YES.

I'LL LOOK UP THERE.

HE DIDN'T WANT TO HANG AROUND
WITH US AT ALL!

ANYWAY, FATHER, I'M SURE YOU'LL DO
VERY WELL AT THE EUROSONG CONTEST.

FECK OFF!

ER...HE DIDN'T. HE DIED.

(HUMMING CHEERFULLY)

RIGHT. NO, MRS DOYLE, PUT THAT AWAY
AND RELAX, WE'LL TRY THE TEAMASTER.